She may be the beauty or the beast. May be the famine or the feast. May turn each day into a heaven or a hell. She may be the mirror of my dream, a smile reflected in a stream. She may not be what she may seem inside her shell.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16164 | 2020-01-30 05:52:30 | 144.93 | 98% |
| 14408 | 2019-08-31 04:22:13 | 149.62 | 99% |
| 9665 | 2018-10-24 13:26:38 | 139.23 | 99% |